28 Dec

A magical

terrifying chord

has been played

deep inside her.

It reverberates

through her body

and sends a wild

deep, dark

delicious shiver

down her spine



I posted this first three years ago. Sometimes the chord is played. Sometimes it is felt. Deeply.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Annick Bouvattier



Posted by on December 28, 2018 in D/s, Poetry, Still Life


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4 responses to “Chord

  1. thereluctantpoet

    December 30, 2018 at 3:26 am

    Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Beutiflee

    January 6, 2019 at 2:11 am

    Well played 👏🏼 ah I meant the words, 😆 ☺️

    Liked by 1 person


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